After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Master Song walked past the door, startled, almost caught by this arm.

There seemed to be eyes inside the door. After he looked over, countless sharp and hoarse shouts came one after another.

"Don't go, don't go—help me, I'm so hungry—"

"Give me something to eat, give me something to eat... please... I don't want to die..."

"Our mother is about to be overwhelmed, Eunuch... Eunuch Chang, please do me a favor, let someone ask the imperial physician to take a look—"

"Where is the emperor... Where is the emperor... I want to see the emperor—"

That is cold palace.

Noisy voices poured out like water, Master Song raised his eyes in surprise, only to see Chang Zai who was walking in front frowning in disgust, flicking his whisk as if trying to repel flies: "Unlucky."

The accompanying eunuchs quickened their pace consciously, none of them paid attention to the voice coming from that door, but they often slowed down and asked Master Song in a soft voice: "Mr. Who is locked in?"

Master Song smirked, he knew it and didn't bother to say: "Elder-in-law has something to say, you might as well just say it."

Chang Zai choked up for a moment, and hummed in a low voice: "Young Master Song is upright. This old slave reminds me a lot, in this imperial city, disobedience to the Holy Majesty is nothing more than being imprisoned in the cold palace, and life and death will be at stake thereafter. But in the capital, if If you offend the Holy Majesty without winking, you will be imprisoned... it will be a dungeon."

Eunuch Chang was beating him.

Master Song's heart skipped a beat.

He was just an eunuch, no matter how favored he was by the Holy One, he would not dare to mention these taboos in front of the eunuch's children, his tone was still blatantly threatening.

There are Jinyiwei everywhere in the palace, once anyone hears it, he will die first.

This is clearly the emperor wanting to beat him.

If it was the idiot of the original owner, I guess it would be fine to listen to it, but listening to Master Song's ears, this is a sign that the emperor is going to attack the Song family - the Song family must be cautious in their words and deeds in the days to come. What awaits them is the abyss.

The reason why I haven't started yet is probably because I haven't found the right time yet.

Chang Zai stopped talking.

The eunuchs and maids guarding the imperial study room often asked him to wait at the bottom of the steps, and stepped forward to knock on the door lightly: "Your Majesty, you are here."

After a while, a deep voice came from inside: "Let him in."

"Yes."

Master Song paused before entering the door, and handed the exquisite and small stove to Eunuch Chang. Eunuch Chang raised his eyes in surprise, but saw Master Song was silent, turned his head with a smile, straightened his clothes, and walked up. went in.

"Weichen see Your Majesty."

The main hall door slowly closed.

Chang Zai looked at the heater in his hand, and the five senses on his face, which had been frozen by the wind, moved as he walked all the way, and his expression eased: he is still sensible, but it is half-hearted to have a bad relationship with him, the chief eunuch who can blow the wind in his ears at any time. None of the benefits.

I was thinking about it, and then I glanced at the little eunuch behind me—what use is there for you!It's not as caring as Master Song, a son of a family!

The eunuch was stared inexplicably and shrank his neck.

Long Yuan followed Liangzi who was standing at the bottom of the steps, hesitating for a moment: Soon, the eunuchs they temporarily pulled up to make up the number will return to their original posts, and they will not be able to contact Chang Zai at that time, and this is a rare free time .

After a while, Liangzi stepped forward, and the little eunuch who was always by his side stopped him with a "hey": "What are you doing?"

Often squinting over.

This is outside the main hall, too loud a voice will make the nobles angry, Liangzi did not insist on moving forward, took out a brocade bag from his sleeve, and lowered his voice to be fair to Chang Gong: "Elder-in-law, Song Gongzi asked the servant to tell you that he is not very good at talking, I'm afraid I'll offend my eunuch... this is a little thought, please accept it."

Chang Zai took the brocade bag with squinted eyes, smiled inexplicably, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Young Master Song asked you to hand it over to our family?"

Liangzi should be honest.

"What's your name? What do you do? How come our family has never seen you before?"

"Slave Ryoko. Previously... in Furong Hall, it was customary to do sweeping."

Chang Zai's smile fell, and his cold eyes fixed on him like snakes and scorpions: "This is the first time you see Mr. Song today, why did he ask you to hand over things to our family?"

Liangzi didn't know why, but only noticed a subtle atmosphere in Chang Zai's frequent questioning, and replied carefully: "I don't know... Mr. Song asked the slave a few words in the carriage before entering the palace, saying that he is not very good at talking. , I was afraid of making my father-in-law unhappy, so I asked my servant to hand it over for him."

In the main hall, at the same time, the emperor was dressed in ordinary clothes, sitting behind a desk and meditating on a memorial. There were several stacks of bamboo slips neatly piled up beside the desk, and dragon paintings were carved on the sandalwood-colored wall behind him. Feng, there are incense burners on both sides, and there are enough stoves in the hall to keep warm, which looks like a luxurious and luxurious.

There are no other eunuchs and maids in the palace.

But he knew that in other corners of the temple at this moment, there must be countless guards hiding in the dark watching all his movements.

Master Song didn't know that after he left, Chang had made up so much by himself. He was just afraid that it would be disrespectful to come in with a heater. The emperor saw that there was an excuse for punishing the crime, and the emperor's palace must be warm enough, so he sent it to Chang at random. It's just a favor.

After saluting, he never heard the voice of the emperor asking him to get up, so he straightened up after a moment of silence, and looked up without saying a word.

The emperor lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't see him as a living person and didn't hear him salute. He frowned and picked up his pen, staring at the memorial for a long time without saying a word, as if he had encountered some problem.

Master Song looked at this genuine emperor calmly, feeling a little novel: he usually shoots movies, and he has also filmed many episodes of ancient costume dramas, so he can figure out the temperament of the characters in the dramas. The nobleness of being pampered and the domineering spirit of holding power in the world.

Few actors can meet his level of requirements, but this one is undoubtedly natural.

The emperor held a high position all the year round, and his average life expectancy was almost below 20. However, the Linchu Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty had been in power for more than 50 years, and he was already in his [-]s and close to [-]. This age was considered a long life in ancient times. He may have grown as long as he was young. Not bad, but after getting old, I grew fat all over my body, and my spirit was not good. Although my bearing is still there, but...

According to Master Song, Emperor Linchu's time may be numbered—he smelled a strong smell of medicine in the palace, which was concealed by incense.

No wonder someone outside is going to announce the order of Emperor Linchu soon.

Master Song remembered that Liangzi said that Emperor Linchu had been in a bad mood these past few days, and killed many eunuchs and maids who were waiting by his side.

The hall was completely quiet. Song Shu stood silently for as long as Emperor Linchu had been sitting.

Emperor Linchu didn't move for a while, without raising his head, he just dipped the brush in his hand into the inkstone next to him, but just as he was about to write, he found no one was grinding the ink, and the pen couldn't write.

Emperor Linchu sneered, threw the writing brush aside, and suddenly flipped all the memorials on the desk to the ground with a wave of his sleeves. If you want you to step on my face and climb up when you are doing things, where do you put me?! Trash! You all deserve to die—"

His voice and the sound of the memorial falling to the ground echoed in the empty hall, and it was unclear whether it was purely venting or pointing fingers.

Master Song lowered his eyebrows, avoiding the memorial that hit his feet, and took the initiative to say: "The emperor calm down."

Emperor Linchu paused and looked up: "... Are you from the Song family?"

He has not been in the capital for a long time, and it is normal for the emperor not to see his appearance.

Master Song reminded neither humble nor overbearing: "Yes, my humble minister, Master Song, my father Jingkang Prince Song Huaiyuan."

"I remember you," Emperor Linchu said casually, with a kind face on his face: "How long has Song Aiqing been here? Why didn't I pay attention to you just now? You don't blame me, do you?"

Acting, right?Who wouldn't be the same.

Master Song immediately entered the play with a smile and said, "Your Majesty takes care of all kinds of affairs every day, so he should forget that there are humble ministers here, and the humble ministers dare not complain."

Emperor Linchu stared at him and laughed, the fat on his face squeezed his eyes into slits. If Eunuch Chang, the chief executive, was extremely thin, then Emperor Linchu was extremely fat.

He snorted: "I think Song Aiqing complained quite a bit—who allowed you to get up without my consent?"

At the end of the conversation, Emperor Linchu slammed down the desk and raised his voice.

Master Song saluted unhurriedly, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "The emperor may have forgotten in a hurry, you just said that you were exempt, maybe you were too busy-how dare a humble minister overstep your majesty, please be careful. .”

Emperor Linchu: "..."

He just said that he was too busy to see him come in, and he was too busy to forget that it is normal to say excuse me, but he can continue to press that he just didn't know he came in, but he still remembers whether he said excuse me of.

However, this is too fake. Master Song relieved himself and passed him down the steps. He was the one who deliberately ignored people first, and no matter how aggressive he was, he was a bit narrow-minded. Emperor Linchu thought he was very shrewd and magnanimous. People don't make things difficult for people over and over again in such trivial matters, and they appear to be worthless.

In the end, he just snorted, twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "What you said is reasonable...that's all."

Emperor Linchu turned around and said: "Song Aiqing has just returned to Beijing. If I remember correctly, you met me when you were young. You were so courageous back then, but you don't look like you anymore, and you know how to be polite."

Emperor Linchu showed an expression of reminiscence, and said with emotion: "It seems that it is the credit of your master."

Master Song's heart skipped a beat, and with a smirk, he blocked back the temptation in Emperor Linchu's words: "Your Majesty thinks too much, Master Chen has not asked about world affairs for a long time, he is just an idle swordsman who doesn't understand court etiquette."

The emperor was actually right, this was not the first time this body in his memory entered the palace to meet the emperor.

But in this plot line in the original book, the original owner’s meeting with the emperor in the palace was far from smooth. The feeling of meeting the emperor made him very nervous. things.

The part about King Jingkang doesn't matter, the focus is on monk Lingxiang.

His master Lingxiang is a very miraculous character. In the original book, "he" is a mystery in the eyes of outsiders, but his identity is mysterious, but his martial arts are so strong that he is rarely a match in the world. Body shape, even male and female can not be distinguished -

Of course, in ancient times when men and women were severely unequal, almost everyone acquiesced that monk Lingxiang was a man.

This kind of standard setting for the hero of the novel to be handsome, cool, and tyrannical makes many people wonder who this master is. However, until the end of the novel, monk Lingxiang was not pulled out for a walk, and only existed in the legends and In Master Song's memory.

In Master Song's memory, it is the same as the original book, as an apprentice, he only knows a little more than outsiders: his master is actually a woman.